ben-hur-第39章
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o see them； after all？ The tumult thundered above him； he looked around； in the cabin all was confusionthe rowers on the benches paralyzed； men running blindly hither and thither； only the chief on his seat imperturbable； vainly beating the sounding…board； and waiting the orders of the tribunein the red murk illustrating the matchless discipline which had won the world。
The example had a good effect upon Ben…Hur。 He controlled himself enough to think。 Honor and duty bound the Roman to the platform； but what had he to do with such motives then？ The bench was a thing to run from； while； if he were to die a slave； who would be the better of the sacrifice？ With him living was duty； if not honor。 His life belonged to his people。 They arose before him never more real： he saw them； their arms outstretched； he heard them imploring him。 And he would go to them。 He startedstopped。 Alas！ a Roman judgment held him in doom。 While it endured； escape would be profitless。 In the wide； wide earth there was no place in which he would be safe from the imperial demand； upon the land none； nor upon the sea。 Whereas he required freedom according to the forms of law； so only could he abide in Judea and execute the filial purpose to which he would devote himself： in other land he would not live。 Dear God！ How he had waited and watched and prayed for such a release！ And how it had been delayed！ But at last he had seen it in the promise of the tribune。 What else the great man's meaning？ And if the benefactor so belated should now be slain！ The dead come not back to redeem the pledges of the living。 It should not beArrius should not die。 At least； better perish with him than survive a galley…slave。
Once more Ben…Hur looked around。 Upon the roof of the cabin the battle yet beat； against the sides the hostile vessels yet crushed and grided。 On the benches； the slaves struggled to tear loose from their chains； and； finding their efforts vain； howled like madmen； the guards had gone upstairs； discipline was out； panic in。 No； the chief kept his chair； unchanged； calm as everexcept the gavel； weaponless。 Vainly with his clangor he filled the lulls in the din。 Ben…Hur gave him a last look； then broke awaynot in flight； but to seek the tribune。
A very short space lay between him and the stairs of the hatchway aft。 He took it with a leap； and was half…way up the stepsup far enough to catch a glimpse of the sky blood…red with fire； of the ships alongside； of the sea covered with ships and wrecks； of the fight closed in about the pilot's quarter； the assailants many； the defenders fewwhen suddenly his foothold was knocked away； and he pitched backward。 The floor； when he reached it； seemed to be lifting itself and breaking to pieces； then； in a twinkling； the whole after…part of the hull broke asunder； and； as if it had all the time been lying in wait； the sea； hissing and foaming； leaped in； and all became darkness and surging water to Ben…Hur。
It cannot be said that the young Jew helped himself in this stress。 Besides his usual strength； he had the indefinite extra force which nature keeps in reserve for just such perils to life； yet the darkness； and the whirl and roar of water； stupefied him。 Even the holding his breath was involuntary。
The influx of the flood tossed him like a log forward into the cabin； where he would have drowned but for the refluence of the sinking motion。 As it was； fathoms under the surface the hollow mass vomited him forth； and he arose along with the loosed debris。 In the act of rising； he clutched something； and held to it。 The time he was under seemed an age longer than it really was； at last he gained the top； with a great gasp he filled his lungs afresh； and； tossing the water from his hair and eyes； climbed higher upon the plank he held； and looked about him。
Death had pursued him closely under the waves； he found it waiting for him when he was risenwaiting multiform。
Smoke lay upon the sea like a semitransparent fog； through which here and there shone cores of intense brilliance。 A quick intelligence told him that they were ships on fire。 The battle was yet on； nor could he say who was victor。 Within the radius of his vision now and then ships passed； shooting shadows athwart lights。 Out of the dun clouds farther on he caught the crash of other ships colliding。 The danger； however； was closer at hand。 When the Astroea went down； her deck； it will be recollected； held her own crew； and the crews of the two galleys which had attacked her at the same time； all of whom were ingulfed。 Many of them came to the surface together； and on the same plank or support of whatever kind continued the combat； begun possibly in the vortex fathoms down。 Writhing and twisting in deadly embrace； sometimes striking with sword or javelin； they kept the sea around them in agitation； at one place inky…black； at another aflame with fiery reflections。 With their struggles he had nothing to do； they were all his enemies： not one of them but would kill him for the plank upon which he floated。 He made haste to get away。
About that time he heard oars in quickest movement； and beheld a galley coming down upon him。 The tall prow seemed doubly tall； and the red light playing upon its gilt and carving gave it an appearance of snaky life。 Under its foot the water churned to flying foam。
He struck out； pushing the plank； which was very broad and unmanageable。 Seconds were precioushalf a second might save or lose him。 In the crisis of the effort； up from the sea； within arm's reach； a helmet shot like a gleam of gold。 Next came two hands with fingers extendedlarge hands were they； and strong their hold once fixed； might not be loosed。 Ben…Hur swerved from them appalled。 Up rose the helmet and the head it encasedthen two arms； which began to beat the water wildlythe head turned back； and gave the face to the light。 The mouth gaping wide； the eyes open； but sightless； and the bloodless pallor of a drowning mannever anything more ghastly！ Yet he gave a cry of joy at the sight； and as the face was going under again； he caught the sufferer by the chain which passed from the helmet beneath the chin； and drew him to the plank。
The man was Arrius； the tribune。
For a while the water foamed and eddied violently about Ben…Hur； taxing all his strength to hold to the support and at the same time keep the Roman's head above the surface。 The galley had passed； leaving the two barely outside the stroke of its oars。 Right through the floating men； over heads helmeted as well as heads bare； she drove； in her wake nothing but the sea sparkling with fire。 A muffled crash； succeeded by a great outcry； made the rescuer look again from his charge。 A certain savage pleasure touched his heartthe Astroea was avenged。
After that the battle moved on。 Resistance turned to flight。 But who were the victors？ Ben…Hur was sensible how much his freedom and the life of the tribune depended upon that event。 He pushed the plank under the latter until it floated him； after which all his care was to keep him there。 The dawn came slowly。 He watched its growing hopefully； yet sometimes afraid。 Would it bring the Romans or the pirates？ If the pirates； his charge was lost。
At last morning broke in full； the air without a breath。 Off to the left he saw the land； too far to think of attempting to make it。 Here and there men were adrift like himself。 In spots the sea was blackened by charred and sometimes smoking fragments。 A galley up a long way was lying to with a torn sail hanging from the tilted yard； and the oars all idle。 Still farther away he could discern moving specks； which he thought might be ships in flight or pursuit； or they might be white birds a…wing。
An hour passed thus。 His anxiety increased。 If relief came not speedily； Arrius would die。 Sometimes he seemed already dead； he lay so still。 He took the helmet off； and then； with greater difficulty； the cuirass； the heart he found fluttering。 He took hope at the sign； and held on。 There was nothing to do but wait； and； after the manner of his people； pray。
CHAPTER VI
The throes of recovery from drowning are more painful than the drowning。 These Arrius passed through； and； at length； to Ben…Hur's de
